


the voice of my heart

by takakoyaki



Series: Infinite Romcomverse [2]
Category: Infinite (Band)
Genre: Alternate Universe - Non-Famous, Emotional Sex, Fluff and Smut, M/M, Rimming, Sequel
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2015-12-08
Updated: 2015-12-08
Packaged: 2018-05-05 14:23:06
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Chapters: 1
Words: 4,715
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/5378402
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/takakoyaki/pseuds/takakoyaki
Summary: <blockquote class="userstuff">
              <p>Howon has never said "I love you" before and doesn't really know how, even if he wants to. Luckily for him, Woohyun already knows that good things happen when he waits for Howon.</p>
            </blockquote>





	the voice of my heart

**Author's Note:**

> Takes place a few months after [Part 1](http://archiveofourown.org/works/5180267) of this AU, which I recommend reading before this even if it isn't strictly necessary.

They’ve been dating officially, one hundred percent for reals and not pretend, no takebacks, for weeks already when Howon brings it up with Woohyun.

“I’m not sure if I prefer this to you being upset,” Howon mutters under his breath as Woohyun gapes at him from his seat next to Howon on the couch, his jaw practically unhinged from how far it’s dropped.

“Never?” Woohyun asks him for about the twentieth time. “You’ve never said ‘I love you’ to anyone? Not even your own mom?”

Howon feels his ears burning red. He bites his lip. “I-I’ve told her a couple times, but it doesn’t count much.”

“A couple?” Woohyun’s incredulousness turns to concern. Howon isn’t sure it’s an improvement. He stares at his lap. “Doesn’t count...?”

“It was only when she told me first, and it was also when my grandfather passed away, and when Dad had to go to the hospital,” Howon admits, the patheticness of it all sinking like lead in the pit of his stomach. “I’ve never said it first. I’ve never said it ‘cause I was happy.”

“Howon…” Woohyun scoots closer to him, takes Howon’s face gently in his hands and makes Howon look at him. His eyes are bright and clear, his expression full of something soft Howon doesn’t know how to describe before he leans in to kiss him, a chaste, comforting press of his lips against Howon’s that’s all too brief before he pulls back again.

“I don’t… you don’t have to force yourself to say or do anything you’re not comfortable with,” Woohyun says once he’s gazing at Howon again, his hands still cupping the sides of his face. “I mean it, Howon-ah.”

“But…” Howon starts to protest when Woohyun cuts him off with another kiss, this time decidedly less chaste. Howon doesn’t hesitate when Woohyun’s tongue licks past his lips, sucking on it greedily, reciprocating as much as Woohyun gives. When Woohyun finally breaks the kiss, he’s smirking in a satisfied sort of way, running his tongue over his kiss-bruised lips before leaning in to murmur softly in Howon’s ear.

“I know how you feel. You show me every day we’re together,” Woohyun’s voice is husky and breathless, and Howon can’t help the want that coils itself inside him at the sound of it. “I’m not upset you can’t say it, but if you keep beating yourself up over it, I will be. Got it?”

Woohyun has a point, but Howon still hates how whipped he is sometimes, how easy it is for Woohyun to win him over to his way of thinking. He nods, only somewhat begrudgingly. “Yeah, I know.”

 

\--

 

It’s not hard because Howon doesn’t love Woohyun enough. The more Howon thinks about it, the more time he spends with Woohyun, the more he realizes it’s exactly the opposite.

Of course he knows he loves Woohyun when they’re having sex, when he’s kissing him, holding him, inside of him, when every fiber of his body is aching with the need to be as close to Woohyun as humanly possible, to press every inch of skin he can against his. But it’s even worse the next morning when Howon wakes up holding Woohyun in his arms and it’s not a dream, when he realizes Woohyun laid his head on Howon’s chest, after they were both spent and satisfied beyond words, and fell asleep to the sound of his heartbeat.

_I love you._

The words catch in Howon’s throat as he pulls back slightly to look at Woohyun, even when there’s no one awake but Howon to hear them. Woohyun lets out a small discontent noise in his sleep at the sudden loss of contact, only soothed when Howon reaches up to stroke his hair gently. Part of Howon wants the first time he says it to be special, wants Woohyun to be able to hear it, but part of him is afraid he’ll screw it up and he should practice. He’s not sure how he would, though.

As a rule, Howon doesn’t like asking for help, but it might be time to at least get a second opinion.

 

\--

 

“It’s easier than you think, Howonnie. It’s just three syllables,” Dongwoo says cheerfully over coffee at the cafe down the street.

“I know that.” Howon frowns at him. “You and Woohyunie are... similar, so I’m worried I’m making him hold back so he doesn’t make me feel bad.”

“Mm… it’s Woohyunnie, I kinda feel like if he really wanted to say it, he would,” Dongwoo smiles a little into his coffee.  “I’m glad you talked to him about it, though.”

“Does… does Sunggyu hyung say it a lot?” Howon asks, after a moment. He doesn’t like to ask Dongwoo about his and Sunggyu’s relationship, mainly because Dongwoo always gives him way too many details. But this time, Dongwoo is uncharacteristically quiet for a few moments.

“He does, but it was… harder, at first. I told him about the same thing Woohyun told you,” Dongwoo takes another sip of coffee, and his usual cheerful smile returns, but there’s something thoughtful about it. “I knew he would get over it, and he did. But that’s Gyu hyung for you.”

“Maybe you should ask him about it? I know you guys don’t like feelings stuff, but he worries about you and Woohyun,” Dongwoo continues without a hint of embarrassment, causing Howon to flush slightly.

“I… I know that.”

“You can do it, Howon-ah.” Dongwoo covers Howon’s hand on the table with his, warmly, and Howon doesn’t flinch. In the past, before Howon started dating a certain someone, he used to pull away fairly quickly. He thinks Dongwoo notices too, because he gives Howon a real, big Dongwoo smile, and Howon can’t help but return it just a little.

 

 

“Yeah, it was super hard, at first. Dongwoo… he just blurts out whatever comes to mind, and I’m not like that,” Sunggyu tells Howon over soju and barbeque, empty glasses cluttering the small table. “It’s not like I would never tell him, but we’d been together for so long, I thought I didn’t have to.”

Sunggyu is definitely more chatty when drunk, but Howon still feels like the words he wants to ask are getting stuck inside him somewhere. He clears his throat, takes another drink of soju. “So why’d you change?”

There’s a pause as Sunggyu pours himself another drink, but he doesn’t down it, just contemplates the glass for a moment. He looks up at Howon. “I… realized something, I guess.”

“What, the undying power of your old married love?” Howon jokes, the serious tone of Sunggyu’s voice making him slightly nervous, but when Sunggyu glares at him he sighs. “Sorry, hyung. I’m just nervous.”

“You should be. I’ve never told anyone else about this,” Sunggyu mutters, and Howon tenses up.

“We’d both just started college and our new part time jobs, it was raining really hard one time. Dongwoo was supposed to be home from work already, but he hadn’t answered my text about dinner. I figured he was just busy,” Sunggyu begins his recollection, staring at some vague point above Howon’s head. “But then when I was walking home from the studio, I saw sirens across the street from our place. And a smashed up car that looked just like Dongwoo’s…”

“Dongwoo hyung wasn’t in an accident in college though.” Howon blinks. “He would have called and told me.”

“It wasn’t his car. But it could have been,” Sunggyu shakes his head. “For a second I thought it was, and I couldn’t… I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t even think straight. I ran towards the sirens like a crazy person and the cops had to tell me to back away. I’d never lost control of myself like that before.”

The meat on the grill is smoking, so Howon helps himself, chews thoughtfully. He thinks he gets it now.  “You thought something happened.”

“Scared the shit out of me. Dongwoo was late because of traffic and his phone ran out of battery earlier, so he pulled over and called me from a payphone to let me know he was going to be late,” Sunggyu shrugs. “The first thing I said when I heard his voice was ‘I love you.’ It just came out. And after that, it was always easier.”

“So I should just imagine something terrible happening and I’ll get over it?” Howon lets out another sigh, heavier than before. “I dunno, that’s… it’s a lot of pressure.”

“That’s not what I meant.” Sunggyu jabs accusingly towards Howon with his chopsticks before helping himself to a piece of beef. “I meant, you just need to get it through your head that Woohyun is more important than your pride or complex or whatever it is psyching you out. He is, isn’t he?”

“O-Of course he is!” Howon nearly chokes on his food, getting slight flashbacks of the time when Sunggyu got mad at him over the phone. Well, he deserved it then, too. “I wouldn’t be freaking out this much if he wasn’t.”

“I don’t like being embarrassed either. I don’t like being mushy either. You know that,” Sunggyu reminds him. “But that day, I finally got it through my skull that Dongwoo’s way more important than what I don’t like. He’s more important than anything, absolutely anything I can possibly think of, and I’m not ashamed to say it anymore.”

“Wow.” Howon is almost impressed by Sunggyu’s forthcomingness, but then he remembers how many drinks they’ve both had.

“Just focus on that, Howon-ah. Don’t fence yourself in!” Sunggyu sounds way too cheerful and maybe a little slurred as he claps his hands to Howon’s shoulders from across the table, then pats them several times, then finally sits down. He’s about to drink again when Howon grabs his arm to stop him.

“You’ve had enough to drink tonight, hyung.” Howon sighs. Sunggyu merely hiccups in response, and Howon waves to the waitress for the check before moving the bottles away from Sunggyu.

“Come on, let’s get you home. Dongwoo hyung’ll worry if we’re out too late.”

  


\--

 

Howon doesn’t know what’s going on, at first.

He usually texts Woohyun about dinner plans over his lunch break, and Woohyun usually answers him back right away. Today he gets nothing, the answering machine picking up when he tries calling.

It wouldn’t be the first time Woohyun forgot to charge his phone or just left it in his employee locker for the day, so Howon tries not to think much of it until he’s ready to head home from the studio and finally gets a text from Woohyun.

_[Sorry, I’m at the hospital.]_

“Dammit, Woohyun!” Howon stuffs his phone in his pocket and flags down a taxi instead of heading for the trains, but his anger is a cover-up for how scared he is. What if Woohyun got hurt? Did he get in an accident? And he’s okay enough to send the message now, but what if he’s playing casual so he doesn’t scare Howon?

His phone beeps with more messages, but it barely registers, Howon’s mind going blank until he bursts through the hospital doors and sees Woohyun in the lobby, perfectly unscathed, helping an old lady with a walker away from the reception counter.

“Woohyun!”

Howon is so relieved he nearly drops his bag as he runs over to throw his arms around Woohyun. He remembers they’re in public and lets go of him almost immediately, but he can’t get rid of the urge to both hit and kiss Woohyun right there in the lobby.

“What’s up with you? I told you I had to pick up Grandma, pabo-yah,” Woohyun laughs, flushing slightly as he looks between his old grandmother (whom Howon had forgotten about) and Howon.

“O-Oh, I’m so sorry Grandmother! I’m Lee Howon, Woohyun’s, um, friend.” Howon feels his face burn up as he belatedly bows to the grandmother, apologizing profusely.

“It’s okay, I told her about us,” Woohyun smiles widely and pats Howon’s cheek. “Seriously, though, did you only see my first text?”

“Yeah, and I was worried sick,” Howon scolds him as the two of them help escort Woohyun’s grandma out to the car. “You didn’t text me all day and then tell me you’re at the hospital? What if you’d gotten hurt?!”

“I sent you a message right after that saying I was here for Grandma,” Woohyun rolls his eyes as he climbs in the driver’s seat, his grandma safely secured in the back. “It’s sweet that you were worried about me, though.”

“It’s because you didn’t answer all day,” Howon grumbles from the passenger side. _It’s because I love you_ , he wants to say, but he can see Woohyun’s grandmother in the rearview mirror, so he blushes again and bites his tongue instead.

In the middle of the drive Woohyun’s family interrupts further when Woohyun gets a call from whom Howon assumes to be Boohyun based on his tone of voice when he says ‘hyung’ (he tends to sound more excited when it’s Sunggyu). Howon can’t really tell what they’re talking about, but Woohyun keeps looking over at him for some reason.

“What? That’s… well, I-I mean… I’m just not sure yet. Yeah, I’ll tell you soon,” Woohyun says into the phone, glancing over at Howon again. “Okay, talk to you later.”

They drop off his grandmother before heading home, to the apartment that used to be Sunggyu and Woohyun’s before they traded roommates, as it were.

“Sorry about all that family stuff, I really just got caught up in it today,” Woohyun apologizes as he fumbles around with his keys and his bag, looking like the very picture of a younger son always trying to please everyone, complete with strands of hair going every which way. He’s adorable, and Howon can’t help but smile.

“Don’t worry about it.”

Howon stands there staring at him. He thinks about how he felt when he thought Woohyun might be hurt, about how happy he was when he saw him standing there safely, how he can make Howon smile over the tiniest thing. He thinks back on Sunggyu’s words, tries to think about his life without Woohyun in it, without all the little things he does, and the space in Howon’s life and his heart that he fills so perfectly, and he can’t. He just can’t imagine it.

_I love you._

“Woohyun?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

Howon doesn’t really realize the words slipped out until Woohyun drops his keys and his bag and turns to him. And even then, it doesn’t register much.

“What?” Woohyun stares at him like he grew another head.

“What?” Howon stares back.

“Did you just… you just…” Woohyun’s eyes get wide, and then glossy and he steps towards Howon, trying unsuccessfully to fight back tears as he slips his arms around Howon.

“I… I think I did,” Howon can’t help but smile, even though he feels like crying too for some reason.

“Howon-ah.” More tears streak down Woohyun’s face as he whispers Howon’s name, even though Howon thinks he said it partially so Woohyun wouldn’t cry anymore. He leans forward to kiss them away, the words overflowing again, more easily this time when his lips brush softly against Woohyun’s cheek.

“I love you, Woohyun.”

Howon pulls back, doesn’t realize there’s a little water in his own eyes until Woohyun reaches up to wipe it away with his hand. Howon leans into his touch automatically, turning his cheek against Woohyun’s palm, pressing more kisses to the inside of it. Woohyun sniffles loudly, pulling his hand back in favor of throwing his arms around Howon’s neck and getting his shirt wet.

“H-Hey, don’t cry anymore...” Howon feels his face heating up belatedly, but he wraps his arms around Woohyun, kissing his hair softly.

“I love you too,” Woohyun murmurs into Howon’s shoulder. “I love you, so much.”

Howon reaches around Woohyun to unlock the door, and he picks up his things for him before scooping him up in his arms as he carries him inside. Woohyun sniffles into his neck a little as he does, but by the time Howon lays him down on the bed he’s smiling again.

“About the call from Boohyun hyung,” Woohyun mentions as Howon climbs over him, pressing more kisses as he puts his arms on either side of Woohyun’s head, Woohyun’s arms slipping around his neck. “He’s getting married. He asked me about you.”

“Your hyung is? Congrats,” Howon raises an eyebrow after kissing Woohyun again, though Woohyun’s carefully casual tone of voice makes him a bit nervous. He sits up so they can talk easier, though he makes sure to pull Woohyun into his lap instead. “Why’d he ask about me?”

“They want to keep it really small. Noona and him are trying to buy a house,” Woohyun keeps his arms draped around Howon’s shoulders, but he’s looking down instead of meeting his eyes. “When I told him I wanted to bring you, he… asked how serious it was.”

Howon reaches up to tilt Woohyun’s chin back up towards him. “So... what are you going to tell him?”

“I don’t know, what should I tell him?” Woohyun asks, then lets out a small laugh. “Weird, I was too scared to ask you that before...”

Howon thinks about his words, thinks about Woohyun. He looks at him, brushes away the new tears welling up in Woohyun’s eyes, then just as gently pushes his bangs back from his face. When he traces his thumb over Woohyun’s bottom lip, he makes sure he’s looking straight at Woohyun.

“I know it’s only been a few months since we made it official and stuff,” he begins, moving his hands to the sides of Woohyun’s face. “But I… Woohyun, you’re…”

Howon feels himself flushing bright red all the way to his ears as he leans in, so close their noses are almost touching, that he can feel Woohyun’s warm breath on his skin. He doesn’t know how else to say it.

“You’re it for me.”

It’s not like he’s proposing marriage. It’s not even really the same as telling Woohyun he loves him. But the words still carry the weight of Howon’s life in them, and Woohyun seems to understand as he closes the short distance between them and kisses him.

“Me too,” he murmurs against Howon’s lips. “You’ve always…  Howon, it’s ever only...”

He trails off, and Howon pulls him in so he’s pressed flush against him and kisses him deeper this time, letting Woohyun know exactly what he wants as he licks, bites, teases his lips open, just a tiny bit rough as he takes Woohyun’s bottom lip between his teeth. He knows Woohyun likes it when he gets possessive, but there’s a different spark in his eyes when Woohyun suddenly breaks the kiss.

“I wanna try something.” He’s smiling softly, but with a hint of deviousness. Howon unsuccessfully tries to stifle his own smile.

“Tell me.”

“I want… I want to put my tongue inside you.” Even someone as shameless as Woohyun flushes at the admission, and Howon’s heart starts to pound faster. “I’ve been thinking about it a lot. Is... it okay?”

“Yeah, it’s okay.” Howon answers without hesitation, pulling Woohyun close and smiling into another kiss. He wasn’t sure what Woohyun would suggest, but the mere idea of Woohyun eating him out is enough to make him half-hard in his pants. He and Woohyun start undressing each other without interrupting the kiss, and that’s when Howon feels him whisper another 'I love you' against his mouth, but he can feel the shake in his voice, the way he grips Howon’s arms like he’s still scared he’ll lose him.

“I love you too,” Howon whispers back, trying to comfort and reassure Woohyun as much as he can, one hand slipping up into Woohyun’s half-unbuttoned shirt to run across his back, the other stroking his neck. “You don’t have to hold back anymore. Tell me everything.”

“I love you, Howon.” Woohyun says again, this time against Howon’s neck, kissing it reverently, open mouthed and slow. And Howon’s able to keep up and say it back, the first few times, but then Woohyun murmurs other things, things like _I need you_ and _I’m yours_ and Howon feels like his head is spinning, like his brain is going to leak out of his ears, because he feels the same way but it’s too much all at once, and Woohyun seems to realize this as he finally pulls away, breathless and flushed.

“Let’s do this.” Woohyun’s hair is all tousled from Howon grabbing it as they made out, and his shirt is unbuttoned and off of his shoulders, allowing the low light of the bedroom to shine on his slightly damp, smooth skin. Howon watches him as he moves to grab a condom from the drawer, already unwrapped and snipped a couple times, and can’t help but sigh softly. Woohyun isn’t just beautiful; he’s gorgeous,  enough to make Howon’s heart beat faster every time.

“Tell me if you want me to stop,” Woohyun reminds him as he comes back over with the condom, and Howon knows the drill but he also knows that communication is not optional, especially with Woohyun, and especially when they’re trying something new.

“I’ll use the safeword if I do,” Howon assures him, stripping his shirt and underwear off all the way before lying back on the bed, his exposed body in full view of Woohyun.

“Like what you see?” He gives him a little grin and a wink, and Woohyun’s shoulders finally lose their tension as he smiles back.

“Tease.” Woohyun’s voice is mock accusing as he spreads Howon’s legs for him, and Howon is going to say something witty in return, but then he starts pressing wet kisses on the inside of Howon’s thigh and Howon forgets to hold back his moans.

“Tell me if it feels good,” Woohyun murmurs before his head disappears between Howon’s legs, and Howon inhales sharply when he first feels the pressure from Woohyun’s tongue at his entrance, warm even through the thin latex.

“Oh my god,” Howon gasps out. It feels unreal, like there’s fire just underneath his skin, and every experimental press and lick from Woohyun’s clever tongue sends another shock of pleasure through him. “Shit, Woohyun-ah--”

“Uh uh.” Woohyun takes his mouth away temporarily to bat Howon’s hands away from his dick, already hard and aching just from a few moments with Woohyun’s tongue on his ass.

“Come back here," Howon hisses, settling for fisting one hand in the sheets and the other in Woohyun’s hair, tugging it gently as Woohyun goes back down on him. Howon can’t keep in the desperate keening when Woohyun laps at his entrance, probing it, then moves to start mouthing at and kissing the sensitive skin between there and his balls. And just when Howon thinks he can’t take it anymore, that Woohyun’s going to push him over the edge just from this, he stops, climbs back up over Howon so he’s straddling his lap.

“Woohyun… fuck, I… ” Howon tries to form a coherent sentence, wants to ask Woohyun why he stopped, but then Woohyun grabs the lube from the nightstand and wastes no time covering his hands with it.

“Part of me wanted to make you come just from my tongue, but the rest of me that just wants you to fuck me won out as usual,” Woohyun informs Howon before he leans down to kiss him, and Howon doesn’t realize how much he’s missed kissing Woohyun until he feels his lips press against his, the familiar warmth and wetness of Woohyun’s tongue inside his own mouth.

“Woohyun,” Howon breathes Woohyun’s name against his cheek as he slicks up his own fingers, reaching around to help Woohyun work himself open, or rather, keep Woohyun from hurting himself by slowing down Woohyun’s frantic pace. “Come on, don’t… don’t hurt yourself.”

“I’m okay. It’s okay,” Woohyun slides his free hand behind Howon’s neck, fingers curling through the short hairs at the base of it as they share another kiss, slow and comforting as Woohyun finally slides the third finger in. Satisfied that Woohyun is ready for it, Howon keeps his hands on Woohyun’s hips as Woohyun sinks down over him, tight and slick and indescribably hot, no matter how many times it’s been.

Howon loves the breathy exhale Woohyun lets out when he’s finally bottomed out inside of him, and when their eyes meet Woohyun smiles, soft and somehow radiant, and Howon can’t help but smile back. Woohyun’s hands are braced on his shoulders still, so Howon moves his hand so that it’s pressing against his chest, right over where his heartbeat thumps loudly against his ribcage. Woohyun leans down and touches his forehead to Howon’s, neither of them moving too much otherwise for those few moments, quiet except for the sound of each other’s breathing. Howon thinks for a moment he might come just from this, just from being inside of Woohyun. He can’t fully describe it, but somehow being with Woohyun like this amplifies everything, not only the physical pleasure and desire but also the deeper, more permanent things he feels for Woohyun, so much he feels like his heart might actually burst.

And when Howon finally starts to move, Woohyun moves with him, the two of them holding each other’s hands, fingers laced together tightly, both of them savoring every sensation as they kiss each other long, deep, and slow. Slow like Howon’s thrusts, his hips bucking up in a smooth, gradual rhythm, easily met by Woohyun after he finds just the right angle to make him give those little moans into Howon’s mouth, the ones that Howon loves to lap up and swallow down along with every other noise he makes. Soon Howon lets go of one of Woohyun’s hands so he can bring it down between them, the friction of his abs against Woohyun’s cock no longer sufficient to chase his completion.

“Did you like me eating your ass?” Woohyun teases him as Howon starts to stroke him, his smirk only interrupted for a moment as Howon’s thumb rubs the head, smearing precome over it. “Seemed like-- you were enjoying yourself.”

“About as much as you are right now,” Howon fires back, but he’s grinning too. It’s quickly wiped off his face, though, when Woohyun leans closer and starts teasing again.

“Next time I want to eat you out until you’re begging for more. Until you come all over yourself, and then I’m going to lick it up and do it all over again,” he says shamelessly right in Howon’s ear, clenching around him again. Howon gasps, his fingers tightening around Woohyun, and that’s all it takes for the two of them to finally go over, white-hot spurts shooting over and over again inside of Woohyun, on Howon’s stomach, his chest, even a little on his chin.

 

The two of them fall back onto the pillows, breathing hard, afterglow washing over Howon more intensely than he can ever remember feeling it. It’s kind of weird, Howon thinks as Woohyun’s arms drape around him, his legs tangling between Howon’s. He used to think that being head over heels in love like this was embarrassing, was mushy, was for girly movies and other, happier people, but not him. It’s like Woohyun knows Howon better than Howon knows himself, knows what Howon wants, what he needs, and maybe the most incredible thing is that he still wants to give it to him.

Maybe, Howon thinks as he wraps an arm around Woohyun’s shoulders, he’s finally starting to understand what loving someone really means. And maybe that’s why he could tell Woohyun. He even wants to tell him again right now, sort of, but then again...

“You’re really terrible, you know that?” Howon says instead, wiping away the come on his chin with his finger before sucking on it, making sure Woohyun can see it.

“So are you, Howon-ah.” Woohyun lets out a pleased little laugh, then gives him another smug grin and a sweet kiss on the cheek. “Plus, you love me for it.”

Howon chases Woohyun’s lips, returns the favor just as sweetly. Somehow, he finds himself laughing, too.

“Yeah, I really do.”

  
  



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